I hear the whispers
The soft words brushing my ears
As the gentle winds caress my face
While I lay under the pale moonlit sky
And it looks back at me, like a mirror
And I see the stars, so very far
Flickering softly in the distance
Like beetles in the wilderness
And as the night slips by quietly
I see the light eavesdropping
Slowly over the horizon
As I hear the songs of the morning
Gliding through the silver line
Breaking the silence
Ushering the change
Echoing through the meadow
New hopes and dreams
– © Nachiketa Sanyal